This time next year, none of them will be speaking to me. OR, Life in Closet.
Reunion went well. Pretty much chill, everybody on their own schedule, and Lake Owasco was beautiful. We (not the baby, as there were no life preservers in her size, but various relatives) went out on a pontoon, and took turns being dragged behind on an innertube (without a hole, so we could sit), which was super fun.
Today is Sophia's first birthday. Yesterday there was cake and singing, and presents. She was not interested in eating the cake, but she played with a piece of it happily for a while. She even enjoyed the train ride, and a few people came up to us to comment on how unfussy and pleasant she was during the trip -- both times. "What a nice baby!"
Funniest anecdote I heard was Uncle relating how he remet an old high school friend at the big picnic we missed on Sunday. He hadn't seen the guy for fifteen years or so, but back in school they were great friends. Well, as it turned out, his old friend was a complete asshole. He held forth loudly and rudely the whole the time, making racist jokes and generally embarassing everyone in earshot on his behalf. My uncle, who has been sober for five years, had kind of thought perhaps his friend's less flattering personality traits were alcohol-inspired. But there they were, booze-free, and Marty was still an asshole.
Once the boor had departed, their mutual old friend Dave cornered my uncle. "It's a hell of a thing," he said, "You know, I've been travelling the globe for a few years, and you've been building your career and getting clean...but Marty, well...
"...he's still in the box he came in."
Goodnight.
--mtc
ps. I cried myself to sleep each night.
Today is Sophia's first birthday. Yesterday there was cake and singing, and presents. She was not interested in eating the cake, but she played with a piece of it happily for a while. She even enjoyed the train ride, and a few people came up to us to comment on how unfussy and pleasant she was during the trip -- both times. "What a nice baby!"
Funniest anecdote I heard was Uncle relating how he remet an old high school friend at the big picnic we missed on Sunday. He hadn't seen the guy for fifteen years or so, but back in school they were great friends. Well, as it turned out, his old friend was a complete asshole. He held forth loudly and rudely the whole the time, making racist jokes and generally embarassing everyone in earshot on his behalf. My uncle, who has been sober for five years, had kind of thought perhaps his friend's less flattering personality traits were alcohol-inspired. But there they were, booze-free, and Marty was still an asshole.
Once the boor had departed, their mutual old friend Dave cornered my uncle. "It's a hell of a thing," he said, "You know, I've been travelling the globe for a few years, and you've been building your career and getting clean...but Marty, well...
"...he's still in the box he came in."
Goodnight.
--mtc
ps. I cried myself to sleep each night.